Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

However, because of him, he was caught up in the turmoil brought about by Lord Yanchun, and now he is wanted by the Yan Kingdom and being hunted down by these soldiers.

It was all his fault.

If I had known it would lead to such consequences, I should have agreed to serve Lord Yanchun that day, even if it was just a pretense, and it wouldn't have brought about these results.

"What's there to worry about being implicated?" Xu Qing shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

"Perhaps, during this time, I can forge a new sword..." After finishing his conversation with the big iron hammer, Xu Qing had a new idea.

The incident involving Lord Yanchun was an accident. According to his plan, he should have stayed in Jicheng for a while longer, waiting for Yandan to deliver the agreed-upon "sword-forging materials".

After all, Yan Dan was the loser in that duel, and he had to pay the price for his defeat.

But Yan Chunjun's interference completely derailed the situation.

When he first learned that Da Tiechui had gone missing in Yan Chunjun's residence, he did consider asking Yan Dan for help in mediating the situation.

But the thought was instantly extinguished when I thought of the Snow Woman's fate in the original story.

Feixue Pavilion was originally Yan Dan's territory. When Xue Nu was favored by Yan Chun Jun, the Crown Prince of Yan always stood by and watched. It wasn't until Xue Nu killed Yan Chun Jun and was forced to jump off a cliff that he stepped forward to rescue her as a member of the Mo family.

If he can't even protect his own people, how can you expect him to help you and Big Hammer?

Moreover, he had previously broken off negotiations with Da Tiechui at Yan Dan's residence. If he were to come knocking now, Yan Dan would most likely not act easily, and even if he agreed, he would certainly demand a high price.

Rather than relying on others, it's better to trust the sword in your own hand.

So when he infiltrated Yan Chunjun's mansion and saw that Da Tiechui was tortured and covered in wounds, he did not hesitate at all and immediately took Da Tiechui and charged out.

This wasn't acting on impulse; from beginning to end, he never took the laws of Yan State or the power of Lord Yanchun seriously.

Even now, facing the full force of the Yan Kingdom in pursuit, he remains unperturbed, even thinking of using this time of escape to forge a new sword and spread his fame throughout the world.

After all, the final payment from Yan Dan had already fallen through, so they had to find a way to make up for it elsewhere.

The lives of a dozen or so soldiers were nothing more than an appetizer.

Ever since Xu Qing and Big Iron Hammer's whereabouts were exposed, pursuers have been relentlessly pursuing them like a persistent boil.

In just a few days, they had encountered several groups of people. Even though Xu Qing was strong, he was interrupted by arrows while eating and woken up by footsteps while sleeping. Even the best-tempered person would inevitably become irritable.

With each battle, Big Hammer's guilt deepened, but Xu Qing remained calm, simply telling him to focus on recovering and not to overthink it.

On this day, the two stopped in a deserted forest.

Xu Qing gathered some dry branches and quickly started a campfire. The flames crackled and cast dappled shadows on the surrounding trees.

Big Hammer caught two plump grass carp in the nearby stream, skewered them with a branch, and slowly roasted them over a fire.

Because of the pursuit by the Yan Kingdom, they could only avoid densely populated areas and travel through remote wilderness. Fortunately, Xu Qing was proficient in wilderness survival and could easily find directions and water sources. Da Tiechui was also from the countryside and was no stranger to mountain life, so they were not at a loss.

"Shhhhhh!"

A sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from the depths of the dense forest, and the arrow, carrying a fierce whistling sound, headed straight for the two people by the campfire.

Xu Qing's expression remained unchanged, but he suddenly stood up, his movements so fast that only a blur remained.

In the next instant, an incredibly long sword appeared in his hand. Its blade was jet black, and the entire sword was quite ancient, exuding a mysterious aura.

This is the sword that Xu Qingxin forged during this period.

The sword's name, "Mo Wen," is also one of the Seven Swords, but this Seven Swords is somewhat different from the Seven Swords of Ben Lei Sword.

Mo Wenjian represents a strong spirit of resistance and a yearning for freedom.

The saying "Do good deeds and don't worry about the future" perfectly illustrates this principle.

Xu Qing's experiences during this period gave him these feelings, which is why he created this sword.

The sword flashed, as smoothly as flowing water.

The crisp "clang, clang, clang" sounds rang out one after another. The arrows that were shot at him were cut in half by the sword blade as soon as they reached within three feet of him. The broken arrows fell to the ground with a soft rustling sound.

"No need to rush, roast them slowly." Xu Qing turned his head to look at the big iron hammer who was about to get up, his voice still calm, as if the arrow just now was just a breeze. "These two fish are almost cooked, it would be a pity to throw them away."

Big Hammer's heart was still pounding, and his palms were sweating, but seeing Xu Qing's calm demeanor, he nodded, sat back down by the campfire, and carefully turned the grilled fish in his hands. The fish gradually emitted an enticing aroma, and the oil dripped onto the flames, sparking tiny sparks.

Round after round of crossbow bolts came from the dense forest, but they could not penetrate the three feet in front of Xu Qing.

Later, Xu Qing seemed to find wielding the sword a bit troublesome. With a slight movement of his fingertips, a light blue aura suddenly condensed, enveloping him, the big iron hammer, and the campfire.

The arrow struck the air shield, leaving only a faint ripple before falling limply.

After a while, the arrows in the dense forest gradually stopped.

It seems that the pursuers also realized Xu Qing's strength and dared not approach rashly anymore, so they could only lie in wait at a distance.

Finally, the grilled fish was golden brown and crispy, and its aroma filled the air.

Big Hammer breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the two grilled fish, but looked at Xu Qing somewhat at a loss: "Mr. Xu!"

"Take these," Xu Qing said calmly, holding his sword. "I'll lead you out of here, and then we'll have lunch together."

Big Hammer nodded hurriedly, gripping the grilled fish tightly with both hands, afraid of accidentally dropping it on the ground.

Holding the Mo Wen sword, Xu Qing took the lead and walked into the depths of the dense forest. His steps were steady, each step landing on the soft fallen leaves without making a sound.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the soldiers who had been lying in wait could no longer contain themselves and rushed out of the dense forest.

Some held longswords, others gripped long spears, and shouted righteous words: "Xu Qing! Big Iron Hammer! You have harmed Lord Yanchun and violated the law of the land. The King of Yan has ordered that you be captured and brought to justice!"

As Xu Qing listened to these words, a faint sneer appeared on his lips.

National law? When Lord Yanchun was harming the people and disregarding human life, did anyone ever mention national law?

Those innocent people who died at his hands, did they ever receive the protection of the law?

Ultimately, the national laws these people talk about are nothing more than a protective umbrella used by those in power to safeguard their own interests.

He suddenly thought of Han Fei, the man who was determined to reform the laws in the state of Han, but ultimately was powerless to reverse the situation.

At this moment, he could somewhat understand Han Fei's helplessness and resentment.

But he was not Han Fei, and he would not choose the difficult path of reform. He had more faith in the sword in his hand; as long as the sword was there, the path would be there.

The Mo Wen Sword is long, light, and highly flexible, quite different from the previous Ben Lei Sword.

When using the Thunderclap Sword, Xu Qing could handle it with ease; now, with the light and swift Mo Wen Sword, his sword moves have become even more varied and unpredictable.

The sword light in his hand seemed to come alive, sometimes like a raging storm, sometimes like a gentle stream, and with each swing, it brought forth a splash of blood.

In less than half an incense stick's time, another squad of soldiers fell into a pool of blood.

Blood seeped into the soil, and the strong stench attracted wild animals from the vicinity. Several wolves lingered not far away, their eyes gleaming with greed, but they dared not approach easily.

Before the wolves could approach, the sound of horses' hooves and armor clashing came from afar.

A troop of soldiers clad in black armor arrived. The commander, upon seeing the corpses on the ground, turned ashen with rage. He slammed his fist into a nearby tree trunk and roared, "Damn it! They escaped again!"

The Prince of Yan was already furious about the pursuit of Xu Qing and the Great Iron Hammer.

Crown Prince Yan Dan was severely punished by the Prince of Yan for failing to catch the murderer within three days. If Xu Qing and his companion had not been exposed on the third day, Yan Dan would probably have suffered even more wrath.

Even so, if the suspect is not caught soon, Yan Dan's life will not be easy.

The Prince of Yan only remembered that Yan Dan had allowed Jianghu people to fight in Ji City, and that Lord Yan Chun was killed by Jianghu people, but he never cared about the reasons behind it.

The pressure was passed down layer by layer, eventually falling on these soldiers.

They divided their soldiers into small teams and searched the mountains and fields. They finally found a trace, but the small teams they sent out were wiped out before they could even touch the hem of the enemy's clothes.

This is the third squad lost in three days. If this continues, not only will they fail to capture anyone, but they will also lose troops in vain, allowing Xu Qing and his companion to escape Yan State completely.

The news quickly reached Yan Dan's ears.

He sat in his study, the bamboo slips in his hands cracking as he gripped them, his face contorted with rage. He couldn't help but growl, "Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

In the past, he might have secretly shown leniency towards Xu Qing and Da Tiechui, and even considered secretly contacting them to recruit them for his own use.

After all, Xu Qing was able to forge divine weapons, and Da Tiechui possessed innate superhuman strength; both were rare talents.

Moreover, Xu Qing wore a bronze mask when he killed Yan Chunjun, so his true face was not revealed. He could find a scapegoat and put on a mask to fool everyone.

But things are different now. Lord Yanchun is not only his uncle, but also a powerful figure in the Yan Kingdom. Xu Qing and his companion directly broke into the royal palace and killed him openly at night, which is an open provocation against the royal authority.

More importantly, he was also implicated in the matter, and in order to appease his father's anger, he had no choice but to sacrifice the giant iron hammer.

Even if Big Hammer is an extraordinary person rarely seen in the world, he must die.

As for Xu Qing, out of respect for Jing Ke, he was willing to spare his life.

Capturing a master like Xu Qing is no easy task. Either a large army can be deployed to wear him down with sheer numbers, or even stronger experts can be sent to confront him head-on.

Yan Dan pondered for a moment, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Not long after, a tall man appeared in the study.

He was dressed in black, with a long, sharp sword at his waist. His face was cold and stern, and his eyes held a hint of arrogant murderous intent.

"Your Highness!" The man knelt on one knee, his voice steady and powerful.

He is Qin Wuyang, the grandson of Qin Kai, a famous general of the Yan Kingdom. At the age of thirteen, he killed a martial arts master who was committing evil in the street, but he also violated the law of the country. Yan Dan secretly saved him. Since then, Qin Wuyang has sworn allegiance and become the sharpest blade in Yan Dan's hands.

Qin Wuyang is exceptionally talented and powerful. Over the years, he has handled many thorny issues for Yan Dan.

Even after making contact with the Six-Fingered Black Knight, the leader of the Mohist school, Yan Dan considered bringing Qin Wuyang into the Mohist school to cultivate his own power within it.

But today, in order to deal with Xu Qing, he had no choice but to use this trump card.

In fact, Jing Ke in the mansion was also a good candidate. The reason Jing Ke lost to Xu Qing that day was mostly because his sword was not good. If he had a better sword, he might not have been without the ability to fight.

However, Yan Dan knew that Xu Qing had done Jing Ke a favor. If he let Jing Ke take action, he would inevitably hold back in the battle. In that case, not only would he fail to capture Xu Qing, but he would also damage his relationship with Jing Ke.

"Wuyang, I need your help." Yan Dan stood up, her gaze fixed on Qin Wuyang, her tone carrying an undeniable authority, "You must bring this villain to justice."

Qin Wuyang raised his head, a sharp glint in his eyes, and replied in a deep voice, "Your subordinate obeys!"

……

Xu Qing never loosened his grip on the Mo Wen sword, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, the dark blade gleaming coldly in the dappled shadows of the trees.

He carried a large iron hammer through the dense forest, his footsteps leaving a trail of deep and shallow footprints in the thick layer of fallen leaves, each step precisely avoiding the damp mud.

Big Iron Hammer followed closely behind. Although the wound on his shoulder had scabbed over, it still ached slightly with vigorous movements. He was prepared to draw the Thunderclap Sword behind him at any moment. His heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent forest. His eyes warily scanned his surroundings, fearing another surprise attack.

The fierce battle with the pursuers was still vivid in his mind; the crisp sound of armor clashing and the dull thud of weapons piercing flesh seemed to still echo in his ears, leaving him with lingering fear.

And this was already the umpteenth attack they had encountered during this period.